Pink Floyd - Dogs: chords

    Dm
You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
            A#
You gotta sleep on your toes
and when you're on the street

You got to be able to pick out
                         A
the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently,
down wind and out of sight
G#
You got to strike when the moment
is right without thinking

And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
a certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know, it's going to get harder,
and harder, and harder
As you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer

Got to admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try
and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground,
how can I find my way out of this maze

Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable,
and no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing
to do would be to isolate the winner
Everything's done under the sun
But you believe at heart everyone's a killer

         F         C             Dm C
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
          F      C            A#
Who was dragged down by the stone
          A      F    A7     Dm9
Who was dragged down by the stone